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Sean Waters
Sean Waters
Performer
Rivan Calderin
Rivan Calderin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rivan Calderin
Rivan Calderin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Waters
Sean Waters
Producer

Lyrics

I'm hot like tamale I body a beat like I'm Mr. Miyagi Karate a hobby I'm popping like rocky Taki taki papi want me a mami Rivan C. to the ladies, Sir Calderin to the gentlemen Lit as DaBaby I rock like a metal band Walking and talking like RUN DMC Glowing up, blowing up like TNT Ay Go hard like a brick Ay ay Rockstar since 6 Ay So much swagger I'm sick Ay ay Mick Jagger with the drip I'm a beast of burden, my beats and bars stay burning you bodies Return of the party, I'm flexing my checks like a young DDG Slicker than Rick, but I'm from BVT Ay I rewind like three times for the felines in the front I rewind like three times for the felines in the front I rewind like three times for the felines in the front I rewind for who? I rewind for You you you you you with the boogie down moves Kevin Bacon shaking with the blue suede shoes Slick talking psycho, Michael Bublé smooth Foot Loose stances, we'll be dirty dancers Jackson Polic paint a picture posing on the canvas Gwen Stefani stanzas Going all bananas Hollaback tracks for the homies in Havana Damn I'm gone Spitting this right for my wrongs Imma take flight through the night like a red eyed monster Black Swan killer man I'm villain at the concert Going so fast I might breeze ay Flowing so spazz I can't breathe ay Compelling I'm yelling I feel like a felon I think that I need to repeat ay I rewind like three times for the felines in the front I rewind like three times for the felines in the front I rewind like three times for the felines in the front I rewind for who? I rewind for You guys need to jump so high that the sky ain't got no cap Then bring it back Romping and bopping and stomping and popping like its bubble wrap Going Jack Black Ay With a fat fat stack In the back pack ay Spit a nap sack rap For the wack cats ay Hit a Aflack quack Cause I cracked that Ay ay ay Now it take two to tango down for my respect Wifi taught me how to speak up for the fans, now we connect Damn I'm feeling like the postman where's my motherchicken check Pockets bulging with them bills, walking stupid, make no sense Gone
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